The Highest Peak....!
Page # 1I don't pay attention when the people say tat spreading happiness among the people is quite a difficult task or when they say evil can not give birth to good in any way. Because, I believe that everything is possible in this world. Like Salman generated a good from evil when the people were of the view that there is a little happiness and a number of sorrows arround us. But he proved by his act that being a little negative can also give birth to a number of positivities. Salman narrates his story to make us known of such tricks.
I was neither a psychologist nor an experience person when my father closed the doors of my home for me. This was due to my mistake that I was of the different nature among my people and instead of changing myself I always tried to change the other personalities and to support my thinking I did many stupid activities.
One day I stole a handsome amount of money from my father's room, when he came back to home after being paid for a big deal. But I did not commited this act for my personal use or for some wrong intention rather I wanted to help those poor and needy families away from the high class society, whom I used to see on the way back to home from university.
Thanks to Khan uncle -my father's driver- who provided me shelter those days, at his home. But it was quite against my self esteem so after two days I decided to go the village of uncle Khan, Shaanabad. I requested him to let me go but he tried his best to keep me even from the thinking of going their as he was much too sensitive about me. And he told me that the conditions of Shaanabad were not going well. But after a series of requests and a little emotional blackmailing I won and he had to let me go.
Nadir was the son of uncle Khan and used to look after some pieces of land at his village. He came to take me to the village. My stay at Shaanabad village ,unexpectedly, lasted for about two years and during this respectable tenure I was financially supported by my beloved mother. This was quite a time to make me a good friend of Nadir.
Nadir was a simple but good looking young man and was my age fellow. None of the villagers was known about my background as I forbade Nadir to do so.
"Nadir, Khan uncle told me that the internal conditions of Shaanabad are not good, what did he meant by this?" I asked Nadir, one day.
"Oh! I don't know for what reason father told this to you" he bacame a little angry at his father.
"Dear brother! You should know that it may take me to stay for more than a year or two as you know my father is not going to take care about me, you know he is quite a strict person. So I must know the ins and outs of Shaanabad for living here." I tried to coax Nadir.
"Nothing special about your question Salman bia (brother). The only thing is the usual practice of our writers here. They talk a little about the hopes and are mostly pessimists..."
"Writers?" I interrupted.
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"Yes writers, actually they write for the books which are supposed to be the most popular among the people. And sometimes they start publishing books, containing their scipts all in all." Nadir took a pause.
"So strage! This is a village and people are interested in reading books?" Salman spoke out uncautiously.
"Yes Salman bia, and they believe in writings. If you happen to visit any home you'll find a small library there, stuffed with books. This is a special thing about Shaanabad." he said.
"Nadir, you know what, I'm also interested in reading books. And it'll add to my experience and observatiob if I happen to go through the books of Shaanabad." Salman made up his mind as setting off to an adventure.
"And you know why this village was named as Shaanabad?" Nadir put a question.
"Certainly I don't know" I replied with a thirst to know about.
"Shaan Adul Musawwir had been a great writer of optimism and revolution. He was the one, who was handed over the old library of Shaanabad. He used books as an affective way to spread his thoughts among the people. In the beggining, only a handful of educated people used to study the books because they were not in our native language. Then Shaan Abdul translated books with a blending of his beautiful thoughts and urged the villagers to study them. And with in no time book reading caught a position of the common hobby among the villagers. When that great man passed away, the name of the village got changed after his name as Shaanabad." Nadir explained in a very nice way.
"Are the book writers of today, Shaan's descendants?" Salman asked.
"No no not at all. They neither belong to him nor they are his descendants. They happened to enter our village in a very tricky way. Those days were the glorious day of shaanabad and these writers entered as the peons, clerks and farmers. And slowly they took the places of some old writers. They were actually a sort of gypsy but when came to our village they got their mouths watered, seeing the well being here." Nadir told.
"But what is the relation between their arrival and affecting people through writings as they are doing now a days?" Salman asked with curiousity.
"They performed well, plagiarising the guide lines of descendants of Shaan Abdul but with the passage of time they started adding their negative thoughts to that of Shaan's scriptures. Because it was quite clear, for winning the hearts of the villagers, books were the only way to use..." Nadir took a little pause and continued. "...They spread disappointment and the thought of the darkness of the world, the main message in almost all the scripts got changed from that of optimism to pessimism. This made the villagers mentally stricken in unknown tensions and their attention got diverted from the well being to the irritations. They went to the librarians and writers to ask fro the solutions, as they are considered to be the doctors, and they consoled villagers to be in a temporary state of mental satisfaction. So, the people started giving them honor and paying money to such black sheeps, considering them their well wishers. This thing led to the flow of capital from the villagers to the writers. This is how the happiness of Shaanabad started vanishing and these days came, when villagers are poor and librarians are the richest people." Nadir took a deep breath in disappointment and kept silent.
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Salman broke the ice and asked. " Why don't the people stop reading such harmful books? Didn't anyone stand up to reform the society?"
"Actually books have been winning the trust of the people for a long time in past so they don't believe that the books can be harmful to them in any way, rather they are addicted of reading them. And so far as the reforming is concerned, hardly a 0.1 percent people are there who are living a normal life far from these devilish scriptures." Nadir said.
"But Khan uncle is quite a reasonable person, I didn't see any reflection of those books in his personality." Salman told, being in a state of ambiguity.
"Father had to leave for city, when he was quite young, for the sake of earning a livlihood. So he remained safe from these books. And luckily he got married to my mother, who belonged to your city. She guided father in a reasonable way and the next generation from destruction?" Nadir said.
"Hmmm... Thanks be to Almighty. He saved you people." Salman got pleased.
For a couple of weeks, Salman spent most of his time in visiting library and the librarians. It was quite a surprising experience for him to see the separate societies of writers and librarians. Writers had the most luxorious societies. They were the richest people. There were different reading corners in the village, where the workers, farmers and other people came to read the books. He found out that the people used to get pleased the most when they receive a book in a gift. But a strange thing was that the people could get educated only to an extent that made them able to read books, and learning the names of the published books was a part of their syllabus.
Salman happened to attend a few weddings and he noticed that a showcase for books was a necessary element of the dowry. He got shocked to see that the women at weddings were more causious about the books , they purchased in the way to the pindal of wedding, than the cosmetics in their bags. And the vendors outside the wedding pindal were selling books. Further more, the land lords of Shaanabad made the main gates of their homes, or a portion in a style resembling that of a book. Shaanabad happened to be the strangest place that Salman ever visited.
After spending about a month in observing the strange village, on night he decided to stay at home for the sake of getting mentally relaxed. Because he got irritated of all those sick views.
"Books, Books, Books! Oh my God! all the other activities have gone to hell." Salman was talking to himself when someone nocked at the door.
"Yes, Come in." Salman asked the one at the door.
"Asslam o alaikum Salman bia! how are you doing today?" Nadir came in and greeted.
"Oh my goodness! Nadir its you, wa alaikum salam. I'm not doing well, rather I'm irritated of the convention prevailing here." Salman was looking exhausted.
"Ahahaha..." Nadir chuckled and continued... " I'd already alarmed you, not to pay attention to the activities of Shaanabad."
"You told me that Shaan Abdul was a great man, and he might be, but I really disagree with the trend that he had blessed you people with." Salman said in a bit rude tone." People are quite psycho here, excess of anything is bad. And it's revealed by the strange behaviour of the people here."
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"So you are perceiving that Shaan Abdul inhereted this trend? This is not hte case bia, he used books just to create awarness among the people. He did not suggested them to start living and breathing with the books. It's all due to the writers, who used such a trick to make the people addicted of reading books whether they benefit or harm us. This addiction was made only to collect money from the people, and the goal was achieved." Nadir explained.
"Oh God! So the writers are responsible for this evil traditon?" Salman enquired.
"Exactly!" Nadir stressed.
"But it's created quite a miserable condition in Shaanabad. I'd never think that anyone can use books to spread evil.. Oh my God! The dignity of reading is just kicked off. If the villagers were provided with a useful collection of books, they would have entered their names to the list of scholars. What a pity..." Salman got emotional.
"Do you know why did I come late today?" Nadir tried to deviate the attention of Salman.
"Oh sorry, I just forgot to ask you, about." Salman felt ashamed.
"Because I was stuck in a crowd. They were yelling because someone committed theft and stole away the only treasure of capital from a poor's house." Nadir said.
"Oh that's so sad, but what could be a "treasure of capital" at a poor's house?" Salman asked curiously.
"Books!" Nadir blinked to tease Salman.
After a while, a laughter echoed their appartment.
One day Salman thought, that he could not get himself free from the burden of the situation prevailing in Shaanabad. "The only way to spread the awareness among the poor villagers is to... Yeah! I'll be the first to do this." Salman made a commitment with himself.
After about two months Salman was able to put his first step towards his destination. "What is new bia, would you please tell me now?" Nadir was asking curiously as Salman was dragging him towards his room. "Here it is!" Salman pointed towards a small collection of books, of which two were the medium sized bulky volumes and about 10 were the mixture of magazines type writing notes and small story books with coloured pictures.
"Hmm nice..." Nadir praised as he was taking a glace on each piece of written material. "From where you got this?" Nadir asked.
"From here..." Salman pointed towards his head and smiled.
"Really? that's really nice. It seems that you are about to go back your home and probably gonna start as an author at your place." Nadir asked in a praising tone.
"Oh o... not yet Nadir! I wrote all this stuff here in Shaanabad. I went back just to meet my mother, she was much worried about me. There I thought to take a print of these stuffs and a friend of mine helped me alot. And now I'm back" Salman told him.
"So, what are you upto? what is the use of these books here?" Nadir interrogated.
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"I need your help in defining their purpose, actually there left only a single way to teach the people at your place and that was the books. So I've tried to spread my point of view or you can say the actuall point of view for living a good life. If I get to win the thoughts of the people there will be quite a short time for the Librarians and the Writers to be kicked out of Shaanabad." Salman shared his vision.
"Do you think that the people will be able to make up their minds for reading your books?" Nadir asked disappointedly.
"Not that much but I don't think like none of them will try to read this stuff." Salman said optimistically.
"Good... how can I help you in this regard?" Nadir asked.
"You just have to make the librarians agreed upon my proposal of publishing these books. I wanted to do it myself but I'm not of your village so they may not accept my proposal, just because of this I'm disturbing you enough to go with me. And I'll tell you how to catch their minds." Salman said.
"That's not a matter of getting disturbed for me, I'll be there with all my heart and soul." Nadir said.
This was not really easy to get the librarians agreed on publishing Salman's writings. But Salman did not lose hope and kept on trying to manage the situation in accordance with the environment. He was the son of a millioneer, this proved to be positive point for him. He added the extra incentives for the publishing of the books. And the day came when the first edition, containing 500 units, of all of the stuff of Salman's writing got published. The total number of books published was 6000. He had to pay double the amount of the publishing and pretented to be the descendant of Writers, prepaired a copy of writing permission by the writers and met the first objective.
Some of the teachers at Shaanabad were having the thinking matching to that of Salman's. They claimed to join him in this silent battle against the ignorance of the people. The two or three of them told that they also tried to acknowledge the villagers at their times but failed and praised Salman to choose the way that leads to the minds of the villagers.
In the first month, there was only a little sale of 367 units on the whole. But by the end of the next month only 223 unites left at library. In the next month of sales, it was recorded at the sales record of library that the books of the Author Salman were the number one at selling. When the news made it's way to the Writers, they took a review of the selling record and found that they had faced a big lose that month.
"Who allowed you writing and the publishing young man?" the judge of the highest ranked court of Shaanabad was asking ,in anger, Salman.
"My vision and the bitter condition of the people at Shaanabad" Salman spoke out fearlessly.
"Don't you think that you've broken the laws of Library? Only the certified writers are allowed to write at Library." the judge tried to fear Salman.
"Certified?? Huh! I'm sorry to say but the past report of Library shows that none of the new writer got certificate of writing from the royal family of Writers. It have been a handfull from the family of the Writers who are allowed to write." Once again the bold wording of Salman echoed in the court.
There was a big crowd of people inside the court that day, even the gate keeper had to left the door of the court opened, letting the villagers listen to the unique case of the court.
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People were surprised to see the daring personality of Salman. His writings had already done something in broadening the minds of the people.
"Can you prove what you've said?" the judge said in a challenging tone.
"Yes I can! I've met those people who have the rejection letters." Saying this he watched the crowed and the people to come forward. There was a pin drop silence in the crowd like everyone was trying to listen to the little sound of walk of those people. But no one came forward.
"So, this is the proof from yourside. Young man I know you've got a wonderfull success in spreading your thoughts. But still you are not allowed to tell the stories on you own." the judge said.
Salman felt defeated, he bent his head in shame and defeat. But then three men and one woman came forward to the witness box. One of them said loudly "I am the prood My Lord!" A wave of life ran through the body of Salman. He wanted to say something but then one of the man said, " No need to speak anymore my dear, let us do something for you now."
He addressed to the crowd "Oh you people! Get up now for the Almighty's sake. This is the time to tell what you've learnt from the noble writings of Salman? Tell if you call yourself a seeker of knowledge, Speak out if you don't want to go back to your irritating routine of life, say it all if you found yourselves relaxed after reading those noble and truthful sciptures. Make noise if you don't want a righteous person get punished for thinking right, wreck the walls of this court with your voices if you want your comming generations safe from the worst mental conditions that you've passed through, Speak up! these Writers, Librarians can do nothing if you speak out what the truth is. You are more than 600 in number and they are just 40 to 50. If you want the royal life style that you were inherited by your inscesters, just speak out now!!"
After a long pause, whispers started in the crowd and they rose to a loud noise. Some one came out of the crowd and said " We are with you Salman, we are with the truth, we want our lives back to us!" after that the whole crowd started shouting "Yes we want! Yes we want!"
This was the day when the villagers broke the walls of their narrow minds, they crossed the limits of ignorance.That was the day of decision, and the villagers threw the Writers and the Librarians out of the village and started living a reasonable and happy life.
"I still remember, that witness box was The Highest Peak of Dignity in my life.." Salman tells us.
The End
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Love Chirruped!
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It is the
tale of the times when the world has passed just a few centuries of its
existence and the human beings on it were learning how to speak. Well, the time
was going on. People have found the trend of marrying each other and the love
was there standing silent among them, it had no words arranged for its
description. Still the love did exist among the people but had a thirst for its
display. There were a number of acts to display a little of it and a search of
expression through words was still going on.
In that era,
there was a village near a hilly area and the area was so beautiful as to catch
the attention of most of the people who ever passed near it. Each scenery of
the area was an example in itself but the people were not well aware that there
was something more appraisable if they go to the peaks of the mountains. The
reason can be the fact that the people were narrow minded and to the point.
Only the people who had an exceptional interest in nature tried to visit the
beautiful mounts beside mare rearing and harvesting.
One day the
elders of the northern Pella tribe decided that the people should greet the
outsiders in a way that can show their polite nature. After a long dispute it
was decided that the two parties will touch foreheads then step back to swirl
in a dancing way. The method was then carved on the big wall of the Pella
tribe, where the farmers came to offer their first harvest along with their
families. It always had been a good way to announce something new in the tribe
because most of the people at Pella belonged to the peasant occupation and they
had to come to the big wall that had taken the rank of a temple.
The other
day a passerby entered the Pella tribe for barter trade. It used to be a risky
thing to go to some other tribe for barter because there had been a security
risk most of the times. Minglo (a Pellanian ) met that stranger and came near
in a human manner then touched his forehead with him, stepped back and swirled
in a dancing way then smiled. The stranger became happy by his conduct and the
deal went on. The same day as Minglo was going home, met a stranger woman whose
appearance could show that she was not a Pellanian. He went to her and touched
his head, stepped back and swirled. But the lady was in semi clothing and did
not like the way of greeting rather took it to be a way to touch her; she just
cried loud and ran back to her tribe. The problem was then referred to the elders;
they became tensed on this news, because the act could end up in a little war
among the tribes.
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The elders
then decided to sway a sword for greeting because sword was considered a
respectable thing at their place. But it
created a far bigger problem as every person coming to their tribe made a sense
that the Pellanian are ready to fight. The days went on and the problem could
not be resolved. Pella tribe was having quite an unequal distribution of
genders that was the reason they were trying to impress the other tribes about
their loving nature so that they can make some couples outside the tribes and
make strong links with them because Pella was the smallest tribe and always had
a risk of security.
Nora was the
daughter of one of the persons in the elders, named Kaitoran. She asked her
father to focus on the existing couples of the tribe, they had to communicate
in a way that can show, every person entering in Pella that they are loveable
and they could extract some ways for the general community from them (and the
idea was proposed by Behima). Kaitoran liked her suggestion and put that in the
elders committee. All of the couples of the tribe were asked to come with new
suggestions to show affection.
The whole of
the tribe gathered at the big wall and the couples were separately standing in
a row. First couple (that was quite young) came forward and kissed in front of
the crowd. The elders felt ashamed on their bold act, the suggestion was
rejected. Second couple came and the male caught his wife in arms, she smiled
at this act and the crowd also liked the act. But the issue was that if the
females met some outsider male they couldn’t catch them that way so the act was
rejected. A third couple came and the female took off the leafy dress from the
arms and legs, up to knees, the male felt delighted and kissed her arms on that
appealing act. The examination went on and the other couples did more awkward
acts. This ended into a result less approach for the problem.
One day as Nora was out for hunting with
Behima, she caught a sight of a young and handsome man, and he was from the
royal tribe Kinguha. Nora bartered the leafy clothing and got the wooden shoes
from him. She fell in love with the person named Jaibee but could not tell him
about this because she was unsatisfied with the ways displayed at the big wall.
So she decided to find some other means to express her feelings to Jaibee.
Jaibee also started visiting Pella after regular intervals because he liked the
art of the people of this tribe.
One day Nora
went to the mounts, she was thinking hard but could not find the means to
express the precious feelings. After a hiking of 2 hours she found a unique
purple and pink flower that had quite a pleasant fragrance. She decided to
present that to Jaibee. As she was coming back from the mounts, she happened to
meet Jaibee and presented the flower to him with a sweet smile; he took the
flower and said in a surprise “Beauty”. This was a new word but really sounded
sweet so Jaibee and Nora learnt that by heart because both were the students of
language. Every time Nora presented something to Jaibee and he used to say
“beauty” but Nora liked Jaibee far more than the flower so she invented a new
word “beautiful”. Jaibee smiled to listen the word and he understood that Nora
is praising her because “Beauty” was a word to admire the appearance of
something. Nora added the word to the
elders’ dictionary and they became happy with her.
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One day
Jaibee came before the time, Nora was in the bed of the mounts as usual. She
sounded “goody” and smiled. Jaibee felt pleasant to hear, he went near Nora and
repeated the word “Good” as he could hear just “Good”. She did not say the full
word again because she loved every act that he did. Nora presented a necklace
of flowers to Jaibee. He really liked her art and said “beauty, good” but he
thought that the words had already been used for something else so he said
“adora” and Nora added “adorable”. The days went on and they used to visit the
mounts, where they found natural beauty that pursued them speaking something
more to praise thereby making the dictionaries of their tribes bulky.
It took
about seven months and eight days that they had 303 words to speak. This helped
the people doing their trade in a better way and the other used them to express
their feelings and emotions rather Nora and Jaibee helped the tribes getting
easier to live, love and enhance their researches. In the recognition of their
remarkable services the two tribes asked them to get married and nobody was
having any issue on their marriage.
One week
before the wedding they met for the whole day and designed a script for
marriage as they wanted to express their delight, vision and purity to each
other. Later on the same script was used as the Marriage verse in both of the
tribes and a number of Pellanians had marriages with Kinguhans. This was
included on the big wall and all other holy and important places in these
words;
“I reveal,
I love you. There is no one except you and never will be. I promise to be the
only one for you and wish you enhance the beauty of my life. I believe that the
love will increase every day because love has done miracles. This world of ours
is a sum of love and we found love and expressions from the sights. I promise I
will lend a helping hand to raise my tribe and the whole world is our tribe. Everyone
around should know the worth of love that has done miracles in our lives and
you are one of the miracles to me and I love you forever and for always.”
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